HOW I CAME A YOUNG SLUT FOR OLDER MEN - Sex Stories

HOW I CAME A YOUNG SLUT FOR OLDER MEN

... room table, I saw that he has his cock in his hands, caressing it softly : and his cock was hard. While I was preparing the table, he did not stop watching me still wanking harder. We had dinner without a word. He was looking at me totally normally, and as I could not watch him because I was feeling so humiliated, I kept my eyes in my plate. Then I went wash the dishes while he moved to his sofa and I could feel again his eyes on my butt. When I had a look at him, I saw him with his cock in his hand again. I was going to the stairs when he called me : “There is something very interesting now on TV. You should come and sit here close to me and have a look”. The way he said “You SHOULD” did not let any doubt it was not a proposition. It was an obligation. So I shyly moved next to him and sat down near him. I tried to cross my legs high but he looked at me right in the eyes and I understood without a word. I uncrossed my legs and opened them a bit. He still had his hard cock in one hand and he put the other on my boob. Ha caressed it softly with a satisfied smile on his face. He touched my tits, caressed it, and even did pay a bit with my areola. Still playing with his cock, he moved his other hand from my breast to the top of inside my legs. He moved little by little till he touched the entrance of my intimacy. He caressed softly, just grazing my pussy lips. He did continue that during like 10 minutes, probably just waiting for a reaction on my face, but never tried to insert ...

... his fingers inside my pussy hole. After a while, he said : “ Now, stand up, come just in front of me and bend over that I can see your pussy better”. So I did. I went just in front of him, standing with my legs spread and bent over. Now he had a perfect view on my ass and my pussy a bit opened. I stayed like that without a word. I could hear the sound of his hand wanking his cock just behind me. After a few minutes that I felt lasted hours, he just said : “Ok now u go can go! It was perfect. We gonna have much fun together”. I ran to my room feeling so bad and went directly to bed. As I could not sl**p, later at night, I could hear noises in his room. AS I told before sometimes I could hear him wanking in his room. But that night, it was different. I did not hear just the moves of someone who his caressing his cock; this time the sound was harder, he was not just wanking, he was literally pounding hard on his bed like if there was a girl under him. And I did not have doubts about who the girl he was thinking of fucking was. I started to cry low but at the same time, my fingers went to my pussy and I felt that I was a bit wet. That’s how it became a routine. Each day, I was coming back from University. I was putting on my slutwear and u was going to do my “service”. Sometimes I just had him watching me, sometimes I had to pose in dirty positions, sometimes he was touching, sometimes not, sometimes I could hear him fuck his bed after. The next week, when I went back to my room, ...